Suddenly, She cocked her head around, her gaze meeting the shimmering glare of a mirror-like tear in the midst of all the black. She padded over to the reflective opening, and, after some consideration, tentatively touched it with a quivering paw. The opening trembled, sending silent tremors across the ghastly blackness. Deerhide peered over her shoulder, seeing the tremors slowly transition to earth-swallowing waves, growing bigger as they advanced deeper into the darkness. Deerhide withdrew from the opening, her eyes glowing with fascination. She strode to the back of the opening, only finding the vast gloom that surrounded her. She drew in a shocked breath and, in fear that she might have lost the opening, darted back the way she had come. The opening was still there. She paced to the back of the opening. The opening was gone. “Peculiar...” Deerhide breathed.

She sat right in front of the white opening, her muzzle only a whisker-length from it. She wondered wether or not it was safe for her to enter. After a few moments of reasoning, her curiosity got the best of her and she concluded that she would stick her tail inside the opening, just to see what happens. She rounded on the hole and backed slowly toward it, her tail gradually inching toward the opening. The moment her tail was a good few inches inside of the opening, she was swept off her paws and thrust inside the opening by an unknown force, her paws suddenly churning with confusion and panic. She plummeted down the hole, her whiskers blown to the sides of her face. She spun around in alarm, trying to find something that she could grab ahold of, yet before she could even start looking, she was slammed cruelly on familiar soiled ground; the sweet song of birds twittering in the treetops filling her ears. Deerhide struggled to her paws, letting out a grunt of effort, and raised her gaze to meet a pair of calm,

lime-green eyes. The tom’s whiskers twitched with amusement as Deerhide leapt to her paws in surprise, her eyes growing wide as the moons. “You’ve had quite a day, haven’t you?” The orange and white tom chuckled, flicking his tail. “Or night, should I say?” “Why have you brought me here?” Deerhide snapped, her fur standing on end. “Where am I? Who are you? What was that dark place I was just in?” “Those questions will be answered when the time is right, Deerhide.” The mysterious tom answered, “Although I see no harm in telling you my name.” The tom shifted himself into a more presentable position, his tail curled neatly over his paws.

“My name is Fallen Leaves, and I have come to deliver a message that will decide the fate of all you and your Clanmates have ever come to know and love.”

This is the prologue owo

I wrote the prologue in 6th grade so…

And I was too lazy to edit it.

The classic “I have prophecy that will decide the fate of all the clans” prologue.